“Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.”
― C.S. Lewis
Tortured hollows, twisted, coloured and soaked –
Of fragrant laughing reveries, they speak,
Watching as ancestors’ advice is mocked,
And radiant long paths ahead seem bleak.
If I had grown up, certainly of this
Pure, barefaced joy – I would have no inkling
Wandering in societal norms’ abyss
Predestined to watch hopeful souls wrinkling.
Remorseless time must I hold in hard ice
To linger behind captive in this world
Where hearts’ choices – deep and true have no price
And remain young in memories unfurled.
Truly, if I had grown up, and age gained
My young heart of feathers must I have chained.
“When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
This was written in response to this week’s We’ave Written Weekly; W3 poetry prompt hosted by David @ The Skeptic’s Kaddish. This week’s prompt given by Lesley Scoble consisted of two options of which I attempted the second one:
Option #1: Write a ‘Minute Poem’
• Narrative poetry—Tell a story in real time of a minute;
• A 12 line poem comprised of 3 quatrains (3 stanzas of 4 lines);
• Syllabic: The first line of each stanza has 8 syllables. The following 3 lines in each stanza have 4 syllables;
• Rhyming: aabb ccdd eeff;
• Poem illustrates an event in real time of 60 seconds;
• A light hearted form of poetry that suits humorous verse.
Option #2: Write a Shakespearean Sonnet using iambic pentameter
Please feel free to join in – submissions are open until October 16, 10:00 AM (GMT+3)!
I came across a weird train of thought the other day while watching a few kids be the happiest they possibly could be at the time – a thought that I’ve often entertained before. It’s not necessarily true but it often feeds anxious thoughts. It was that growing up takes away one’s liberty to make mistakes as responsibilities start cropping up. There’s nothing wrong with being wrong, but life isn’t as experimental as it was when I was considered a child.
Maybe it’s just me and my awkward self but there are times I wish I was still a child so some things would have been overlooked. And this seemingly self-contradictory theme is what I picked for this week’s response, albeit not entirely in accordance with the guidelines. Instead of the exact thought, I tried to justify why I’d be a child and not always worry about making mistakes by writing what would have happened if I had grown up (I think? It sounds confusing now that I write it down)🤦♀️
I always struggle with syllable requirements and the Iambic pentameter has yet to find a place in my head haha!
Also a quick update on hello! // life update & monthly wrap-up: I got into my second choice of college and will be majoring in Mechanical Engineering!
Thank you for all your prayers, support and well-wishes!❤️
On that same note, I’d absolutely appreciate any advice on college, especially the social stuff, haha!
As always, please feel free to share your interpretation or take on the poem!